Lonnie's usually sanding off the rust and getting things ready for paint. Sometimes she helps by handing me tools when I need them, or simply stretche... out beside me, under the car, watching and chatting while I work on something. It's turning into a working car again.Kathy is a writer. Evidently a good one, since people pay her for what she writes. Though what Lonnie showed me of her work I found either too sappy or too boring to read. Not only does she like reading romances and mysteries, she. At first my mother asked mewhat did I spill on the sheets? I would just say some pop orsomething, after a while she just quit asking. It got to thepoint where I thought she knew that I was playing with myselfbecause she almost walked in on me a few times but one time inparticular my brother had taken all his playboy's back and founda new hiding place I was forced to use the sears catalog. Iwould open it up to the page with girls my age in their trainingbras and panties, lean the catalog. He wanted to rip it from her body, but he didn't want to frighten her. He pulled the thong over her hips, and slid them over her thighs, and down her long legs. He felt her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of the skimpy piece of lace. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her neatly trimmed mound, just enough downy hair, to be sexy. He could never understand why men preferred bare skin here. She was perfect in every way. He reached out, and parted the fleshy lips, to find the. Drool, sweat and pussy juice dripped down her body into a fine sheen and pooling on her tits and down her thighs before dripping to the dirty garage floor.“I see you were a little stricter today with Hayden,” Betty sat in a folding chair in the garage like a Queen in her throne as her subject addressed her before the royal court. “I hope Hayden’s’ behavior improves after a night over at the Palace. It won’t do her any favors to be spoiled there and return and have to be retrained and grounded.